selections

[kaigou]

Not dancing but nearly risen
Through barnlike, theatrelike houses
On the winds of the buck and wing.
— James Dickey

For tamed and shabby tigers
And dancing dogs and bears,
And wretched, blind pit ponies
And little hunted hares.
— Ralph Hodgson

That crazed girl improvising her music,
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling she knew not where
— William Butler Yeats

Slowly the night blooms, unfurling
Flowers of darkness, covering
The trellised sky, becoming
A bouquet of blackness
— Frank Marshall Davis

"Most things are born in the mothering darkness and most things die.
Darkness is the womb of creation, my boy. But the sun with his seven
horns of flame is the father of life."
— Zora Neale Hurston